With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?
 Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)
You don’t realize how alone you are until you’re staying up every night thinking about things you should never think of and you cant tell anybody because you have nobody to tell.
4:26am
7/1/14 (via phyxiated)
It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
John Steinbeck, ”The Winter of Our Discontent” (via leafeaterx)
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.
Iain S. Thomas (via psych-facts)